The Pointless Book

Extract From A Book I'll Never Write #17

I'm sentimental. I sleep a lot. Sometimes I cry a little on public transport. When my friends tell me they love me, I feel as though my heart will burst. I take pictures of nice dogs I see on the street. I notice the changing of the seasons, and I get excited. I like fresh fruits. Little things make me happy, and I hope I stay this way.